Yes indeed, “Spring is sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the birdies is.” My father said that … probably every single year. Needless to say, it is firmly planted in this old brain. But hello, Spring. Please know that doesn’t mean to hold back on rain. We will gladly take any spare drops here. I will, in fact, share a photo with raindrops in case Spring has forgotten what they look like.
Hibiscus with Raindrops, 8.4.18
